Bison Attraction {Guest Post}
I've never been a fan of cows. Not the smell. Not the taste. And certainly not for their photogenic qualities.
Stuck behind the migrating herd of vacationers, gasping and clicking wildly while their cars sit idling in the middle of the road, I move quickly from confusion to exasperation. Hours pass as I inch down the highway toward the attraction, wondering what makes people so excited about a group of walking Happy Meals.
C'mon guys, bison are just big hairy cows. Same poop*. Same flies. Same smell. Keep driving.
*I guess buffalo chips are preferred for firing pottery.
Thank you for dictating this fabulous description of Yellowstone while we drove home, honey. You make a great guest blogger -- I'll have you back again soon. ;)
Stuck behind the migrating herd of vacationers, gasping and clicking wildly while their cars sit idling in the middle of the road, I move quickly from confusion to exasperation. Hours pass as I inch down the highway toward the attraction, wondering what makes people so excited about a group of walking Happy Meals.
C'mon guys, bison are just big hairy cows. Same poop*. Same flies. Same smell. Keep driving.
*I guess buffalo chips are preferred for firing pottery.
Thank you for dictating this fabulous description of Yellowstone while we drove home, honey. You make a great guest blogger -- I'll have you back again soon. ;)